Remaining on my dining table

that morning
Presented at my dining table
pieces of fish heads and bones,

interspersed rice is almost finished crust
As I listen to you say about
lost love in the morning.

Oh your saliva flooded my dinner plate,
chided makimu make me full.

That morning I sent a cat
a piece of fish head at the dinner table
That morning in the kitchen runs out of rice stolen mouses
That morning you wait for your love back
front fence